Post by Jason Long on Dec 7, 2021 23:37:11 GMT -5
With all due respect yeah you're out of your mind
If you think I give a fuck about your reasons why
This ain't gonna end how wanted it to
I'm nothing like you
I'm nothing like you
– “All Due Respect” by Asking Alexandria.
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WHALAN, MINNESOTA. — NOVEMBER 25TH, 2021.
One second.
It might not seem like much from the outside and not knowing the context of what happened tonight, but when you watch back the footage and know the ‘controversy’ that came with it, then you’d understand what it’ll mean to have one more second. To fight through the entire Fallout brand, and even through a few of the Proving Ground combatants as well, and to come second place? It was a much more painful experience to deal with. To come second place because of someone targeting you and stopping your closest move to winning for the second show in a row was lighting a fire underneath Jason, and that fire was beginning to burn – it began to expand throughout the entirety of Jason’s soul, his motives, his passion, and it burned everything down to the ground – as it left Jason for dead inside of that ring. Everything he had left in him was gone. Everything he had left was missing. Hell, he didn’t feel like himself. None of this felt like himself. None of this felt like something that he could control. Actually, it felt something different. Something inside of him that felt like… it was more that he could ever handle. A feeling, or even someone, that he’s not experienced in quite some time.
But not right now, no, he couldn’t let that happen right now. There was a time for that and that time is not right now, it was never going to be right now, it was never going to be wasted away on some pathetic lifeform like Jacob Steele – no matter how much Jason was beginning to despise that human piece of shit – and he wasn’t going to waste it away for someone who just showed up out of nowhere and attacked Jason for no reason. As much as he thought about it whilst laying there and looking up at the bright lights that shone down onto the ring, the man could only think about one thing and one thing only. And that was the word ‘failure’. It seemed like everything he had hoped for coming out of this was going to ‘repent his sins’ and bring himself back to life before he’d have to resort to other tactical advantages and make sure of people’s safety are the last thing on his mind. But no, all he could think to himself as now, was being a failure. He failed in promises. He failed in keeping his word. He failed at everything that he spoke into existence. And now, he could only question how much more he had left in the tank. How much more he could begin to fall before he could end up falling down a pit of nothing and decides… to leave this world.
Maybe that’s what they wanted. To have him fall down that pit. After all, didn’t he remember how much they ruined his life over a year ago? How much did they want to control again? How much were they willing to allow Jason to fall through the gaps again? The questions seemed endless, but at the same time – he constantly ignored them. He didn’t want to hear them, he couldn’t put up with hearing them, and just shutting them out from his own mindspace that he had for the time being was peaceful. Finally, with everyone gone, and there isn’t a single person around to be a witness, he finally moved out of the ring and stood back up onto his feet. Letting everyone see Jason just laying there had made people realise how much their former ‘King’ had fallen from his throne, from the peak of the mountain, and how much he had fallen from where he once stood. This wasn’t the ‘King’ they had once seen conquer within the span of a few weeks – if not months – and spent over one hundred and eighty days as ‘the man’ that ruled over Fallout. This was different, this was the fall, this was the endless drop that they had to come to realise. The Jason Long that they knew? He’s dead.
And sadly to admit, the only real monarchy that rules Fallout now, was True Society.
As Jason walked through the dirt road along the streets of Whalan, he couldn’t help but to just stand there and soak in everything that surrounded him. The silence, the night sky, the lost hope that he has for himself. All of it was just being soaked in. This was the night that he could easily just disappear and never to be seen again, and what a perfect dark and cold night it was to make sure of it to happen, because this wasn’t like before where someone could just barge into a room and stop a knife from being lunged into his stomach. This wasn’t like any time during the day where someone could interrupt him from downing a whole bottle of paracetamol along with whatever alcoholic beverage he had left in his home. Nah, all the way down 2nd Avenue and through the bushes, then he was free from this world. Free from the suffering that he’s given everyone. Free from the world where he cannot even begin to grasp. In his mind, it was safe to say that he’s reached a breaking point, and there was no point in hiding it anymore.
If he had to scream it out to the heavens that he wanted to put everything behind him and put himself in front of the firing line, allow a bullet to pass through, and be ridden from this horrible, sad state of affairs world – then he should have that right to allow it to happen. He’s died before, why shouldn’t he go through with it again? He’s tried dying before, and where has that gotten him to? Heaven? Hell? The inbetween? It’s brought him back into this world. And he’s sick of this world. He’s sick of all of this. Every single bit of this. It’s not even about the losses anymore, it’s not even about how much he can stand on his own two feet and fight, it’s about himself and how much he can put himself through and he’s just had enough. He’s had enough. Could someone finally fucking understand that? He’s had enough and he wants to put an end to this. Sick of the lies, the deceit, the fake tellings and feelings, everything that’s gotten into his life recently. He’s had enough.
“Jason?” a voice soon echoed out through the night sky, at least – it felt like he did as he continued to look up. But he blinks for a moment and brings himself back down to earth again, back again to the miserable life he lived, and looks around him. Right behind him and only a few feet away was Savannah, a teary look in her eyes as her hand reached out for him but was pulled away just as quick. “What are you doing, sweetheart? Me and Mike have been looking everywhere for you. We saw you in the ring but as soon as we turned our backs away for a second, you were gone.”
“Just a walk. Nothing else. No need to constantly worry about me every single second, it’s not worth the hassle of being in such a panic, you know?”
In his head, he knows he’s right. Savannah hasn’t been the same since she found out about what happened the couple of days that she was in Philadelphia and left Jason to be alone. Every single day, every couple of hours, she’d give a random hug to him. It wasn’t like her to be so clingy but could you blame her? After everything that happened? After everything that was going through her mind knowing that her lover was a suicidal mess? If only she could understand how much he began to hate it, how much he began to hate her for it, how much he wanted to push her away – but he just couldn’t.
And it’s not like he could blame them, like he has ever since he let them free from the box, it’s real emotion. There’s days that he just wanted to be left alone and she just couldn’t let him. Not with how he’s been. Though, something inside of him understands all of the reasons and allows him to not just break out into a fight and tell her off, but it’s hanging onto hope by a thread. Especially after tonight.
“I… Yeah. I understand. I’m sorry for bothering you–”
Savannah was soon interrupted by Michael walking past her and heading closer towards Jason, he didn’t seem to believe him and could see right through the bullshit that Jason was giving her.
“I don’t buy it for a second, mate. What’s at the bottom of that road there? Go ahead, tell me.” Michael gives Jason a second to answer but he continues to stay quiet, slightly opening his mouth before closing it back up, afraid to admit what really laid there. “If memory corrected me, there’s a lake down there. I know you’ve been walking around and scouting out this whole town because I have too, and I’ve seen you down here before many times, checking it out and seeing how shallow it was. At first, I kind of thought to myself that maybe you were checking it out for yourself but then it clicked.” The two men came face to face with one another, Bishop went around to the side and whispered into Jason’s ear so Savannah couldn’t hear what he had to say.
“You wanted to put yourself into that lake if you couldn’t do what you promised.”
Jason just stood there, no emotion or demeanor to his face, he stood there in silence. He couldn’t even come to the terms of telling Michael that he was right, that he was right about scouting that exact lake out to use against someone or even worse – to use for himself if he couldn’t do what was promised to himself. Michael pulled himself away from Jason and let those words sink in before he could come up with another response.
“I don’t… I can’t… You don’t know what really goes on in my head, Mike. You clearly don’t.” Jason takes a second to even speak again, for some reason his blood is beginning to boil a little, becoming a little bit enraged by the fact that he’s been stopped for the third time again in the span of a few weeks. “You don’t get what it means to be someone like me, who has to stand up to these fuckin’ sacks of shit and then to be robbed by some fuckin’ nobody that people haven’t given a fuck about in like what– five years?”
“You know, we’re here to help you. Me, Mike, and I’m sure a few others. We’re here to help you because we’ve all been put through the same shit as you have, Jason. If you could just let us help you and we might be able to allow this to be gone sooner than later.” She softly spoke as she took a step closer to Jason, wrapping her arm around him and resting her head along his arm. Jason would just stand there, looking down at Savannah as she brought his arm around her, but pulling his arm away from her as she did. “Whatever is going on inside of your head, we’re here to help you. I know tonight was rough but we’ll make our way through it. We always do. It’s what we do to make sure that we all come out of this perfectly fine, right?”
Savannah glanced over to Michael, who nodded his head in agreement, but as she glanced up towards Jason? He looked the other way, he has been looking the other way for a while now, looking towards the direction of the lake. His mind was all over the place, not even listening to Savannah or Michael at this rate, and all he could put his focus on was that lake. How cold it would have been, how many seconds it would have taken to drown, how long it would have taken for anyone to find him. This would have been it. The perfect night. And they just had to show up and ruin it all for him.
“Come on, let’s go home.” Again, her voice was softly spoken. Savannah brought the arm back around her and pulled Jason away from where he stood as Michael stood back behind the two, making sure that Jason wasn’t going to make any kind of stupid move. “I promised that I’ll be there for you, remember? I’ll always be there for you. And I’ll make sure of it as well. Not even about what happened tonight or whatever happens inside of any ring. I mean this personally. I’ll be there for you. I love you.”
Bullshit. All he could think about it in his head. Everything that she had said, in his mind, was bullshit. But he had to believe her, he had to find a way to have it make sense in his corrupted and fucked up mind, and he just had to force himself to continue on with getting the hell out of Whalan. It might be the place that he won’t forget, the night that he won’t forget, but he’ll make fucking sure it won’t happen again. At least, he’ll hope it won’t happen again.
He can’t afford it to happen again.
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NORTH CANTON, OHIO. — DECEMBER 8TH, 2021.
As much as it pained him to even speak any kind of words, he knew he had to address the people about what had happened. The thought of even remembering what went down inside of Whalan was making him feel uneasy, knowing what went through his mind during the moments before, during, and after the purge had begun. Jason had shut the door behind him and let Savannah out of the room, who had given him a peck on the cheek before he could put a double lock on the door so nobody could enter through it again, and he took his place in front of the desk and in front of the camera. Standing there in silence as he looked into the lens of the camera and not even able to push out a word or even a sentence to begin with, this was something different than he has ever felt, as someone who’s been well documented for their loudmouth and brash attitude when speaking.
Lowering his head to just think for a second and put into words about what happened and what will happen was tough, all he could think about was just laying there motionless and full of thoughts that were deep, dark, and even somewhat twisted to a sense. And after weeks of trying his best to heal himself from those emotions, he doesn’t want to think about them again and go back down that dark road. He had enough of those thoughts plaguing his mind for the past couple of weeks, a little bit of a break from ever getting himself into such situations was needed. And the weeks that he had been left alone and being able to recover was the breath of fresh air that he needed, as did the fight that he had on his hands with the upcoming episode of Fallout.
Though he might have wanted to go alone, he was confident about this.
Quietly, he adjusted his vertical stance and adjusted his head movement, looking back up towards the camera once again and – although there’s no smile to his facial expression – that burst of energy was keeping him in a good mood.
“You know, I sometimes think about the lengths that some people go through to make sure that they live to tell the tale, continue to be the immortal soul that wreaks havoc wherever they went, and rules all of the land with an iron fist that was handed to them on a silver platter. It’s amazing really, you know? To be so insecure with one’s self that you needed something to make sure your place upon the throne was secured for another day made things look so bleak, and dull-looking, that I wonder if anything that you could ever say was even worth it in the end – if their word could even be trusted when all they could ever do was lie on their part about being this dominant force to be reckoned with – and to be standing there, patiently, and shouting out to the world that you cannot be touched? Personally, I find that to be the biggest load of bullshit to have ever existed in this world.”
He takes a deep breath, allowing himself to be kept calmed.
“But let’s be real here, there’s nothing that I’d enjoy more than shattering the dreams of those who wish to have been this sinister force that cannot be touched, and then those who always think of themselves highly before being shoved back down to earth once someone finally cut down their silly little god complex, and finally those who those wants to just hang around and look tough because he’s with this posse of killers on their side of the fence and doesn’t seem like much to begin with. There used to be a time when – you know – I could fit all three of those descriptions and it was a bad time for me because it was early into my career and I wasn’t having the best of headstarts at a young enough age of being nineteen. Since then, however, I came to the realisation that living out that kind of life just wasn’t worth it and I found a way to fix things up for myself before jumping back down to earth and starting all over again. I kind of know how to handle such situations and realistically, it’s not hard to beat three people who easily represent a former self of mine.”
Just remembering in his head of how hard things were back then, kind of reminded him of all of the bad times he had in life back then and knowing that he seemed to have felt the same way as he was today. It gave him hope knowing that he’s come a long way since then – both mentally and physically – but knowing he’s become something bigger than before was an even bigger hope for his own future.
“Though, let’s get down to business… I lost, and I realised that I fuckin’ sucked. I’m pretty sure that I have all of True Society clapping wherever they might be knowing that you’ve mentally broken me down piece by piece and you’ve succeeded in your goal to make sure that you’ve got this all in your hands, you have the whole world in your hands and all of it leads to this true society that you’ve been clambering on about for the past couple of months about. I mean, look at me, the one that you’ve all been waiting for weeks to finally break down to nothing and become the weakened, insecure, little bitch that I am. You have me right where you want me and hell, you could reach into my chest and pull out my beating heart to crush and put an end to everything that I have ever fought for. Though you might not have been the loser’s club, you sure have all of the gold you wanted, right?
Be proud of yourselves, True Society, you’ve really hit the nail on the head there. You truly have done what many have tried so desperately to attempt and failed so miserably to create. Being the first to have ever put Jason Long down a deep darkened abyss of nothing and making sure that he’s got to crawl a hell of a long way to make it out alive. You’ve done the impossible and broke me down to nothing, and now I have nothing to ever claim for again, and I have no true emotion to fight ever again. You’ve done it, True Society, be really fuckin’ proud of yourselves. You’ve pushed someone to their limits and made them fight their own demons after years of dodging them and bottling up his emotions so he could live a peaceful and happy fuckin’ lifestyle again. I’m glad all of you are sure fuckin’ happy for it because this is what you’ve caused to me.”
Jason took a moment to breathe, to calm himself down before bringing his hand to his left sleeve and jerking it up his arm, showing all of the slashes that he’s done to himself and his skin. The cuts seemed to have gone up his forearm and along his wrists, even passing the sleeve that was just at elbow length. Then, he did the same to his right arm and jerked up the sleeve to show the slashes that he’s taken to himself. Just like the ones on his left arm, they were deep and they look very recent too.
“Yeah, all of you pushed me to that point. I’m sure all of you are very fuckin’ proud of yourselves. Hell, I’m sure all of you are fuckin’ laughing at the fact that I’ve got these on my arm. All of you are making up those little one liners right now and saying ‘Ha, ha, Jason Long is seriously depressed and has began to cut himself like the bum that he is–’ like it’s a fuckin’ joke to you all. Really, and I mean it when I say this, it’s not worth the fuckin’ time anymore. You’ve already done enough and everything else that comes after? It’s nothing but extra bullshit that you’re doing for nobody’s entertainment but your own. But hey, at least I had some balls to truly show the real me and not some fake pretend bullshit that they show for the camera and just the camera alone. Between Syndicate, Slade Castle, or even Billy Bennett however? Fuck, you sure know how to truly hide yourselves from showing some real fuckin’ emotions, huh.
Take it from someone like Slade Castle, the Noble Champion himself. Someone that I thought to myself as an honest man – one that might not seem so impressive on paper – but an honest man is all he needs to show off, you know? I’ve got to say, Slade, I’m kind of disappointed in you. Someone like yourself being in True Society, I never really expected it. A former member of the Marine Core and a street fighter with a hefty record to display, it amazes me that you’d take such a road like the one you’re on now. I thought that someone like you would have continued to have been the hero in this story but you were so quick to change it all around that you were there and letting Arik take you in with open arms. What was the purpose, Slade? What was the reasoning for someone like you, a man who knows what it’s like to face an enemy such as Arik himself, to side with him and take his stance as a member of his cult? To have a fresh start for yourself in creating your own rules of what is said around here? To stand by the new boss’ side through thick and thin and hope that good fortunes come your way — which it surely did considering the championship that you hold so dearly onto like your life depends on it — so you could keep yourself on the right side of ‘history’?
Which, let’s be real, nobody really believes in those being the reason.
Or because you’ve come to realise that you can’t stand your own ground anymore and need someone, or even a group of men, to finally make sure that the name of Slade Castle is known on this brand as a ‘true force to be reckoned with’. I’m sure that Arik had given you a confidence boost when he brought into his cult of washed up shitebags and probably said that you’re a star in the making, you’re going to be an asset to the cause, and you’re a shining star in the sky of champions soon to come. Because trust me when I say this, Slade, you are far from whatever he might have whispered into your ear. Literally, just sweet nothings that he’s putting into your head so he could use you. As fuckin’ if you are, mate. All you’ve proven to make sure of is being this little bitch made man who might look like he’s something but he’s just as bland as a sheet of paper. You won the Ascension Championship on your second night in and then lost it the week after. Kind of pathetic from someone like you, ain’t it? I mean, shit, look at who you lost it to as well. Valkyrie, Robi, whatever her name is? That fuckin’ bum? You must be JOKING if you think that you can come up against me and think you’re tough when you let a rip-off from the show Vikings beat you and take your title like it’s nothing.”
Jason simply could not help but to laugh at Slade’s expense.
“But hey, everything’s turning up bright for you anyway. You beat me right after Night of Honor and you sure put the beating down onto me—if looks could fuckin’ kill, it was a hell of a beating I took. Still parading around with that win, Slade? Think that having something over me when I wasn’t even in the building, or even in the same state as you that night, was something to be proud about? Because you sure did make it feel like it was. You made it feel like everything that came after that night was a blessing in disguise and you’ve changed your ways. Nah, you didn’t though. And really, Slade, this isn’t one that I'm going to allow you slip away with again. Not after the last time, you’re not getting away with it again. Though I understand that you’re a street fighter and all that, I’m not going to allow someone who’s biggest insult to people is just telling them that he’s going to punch them in their face to get one over on me again. It makes sense why you clutch your pearls and your title so tightly whenever someone more menacing is around you because anyone, and actually anyone really, could take you on in a fight. Hell, someone like John Blade has more personality than you do and that’s saying something.
Then again, when I think about you, Slade. I have to think about someone that I feel absolutely horrible about. Billy Bennett. For someone like you and how it looked being dragged into the cult that is True Society, I feel absolutely horrible for you. A girl with a promising future and someone I was kind of excited to see progress on this brand, just to be used and having herself be thrown with the wolves where she could bond with them, seems too sad to even think about. Poor Billy, it’s a sad state of affairs for someone like you. Throwing yourself into the group and expecting something big to come out of it, was that really the move that you wanted to make or were you just pressured into it like everyone else seems to have been, much like Slade was with those sweet nothing whispers. Like a moth to a flame, Billy, you saw something bright ahead of you and you couldn’t take your eyes off of it because of what was being whispered into those ears of yours. All of those promises, all of those future opportunities, all of those delusions of grandeur might have seemed so tempting but all you’re doing is burning yourself down with the rest of them. Hell, you tell me what you bring to True Society that they don’t have, eh?”
There’s a moment of silence as he gives the viewer a moment to come up with some kind of answer in their head. Jason pulls his sleeves down from the elbow length that they were up to, hiding his scars from the camera.
“Thought of something yet? Because it’s pretty fuckin’ clear that someone like you was just brought in to be an extra body and considering that True Society are willing to drag in anyone that just walks in the door on their first day and says ‘yeah, you’re in’ like that – it feels like you’re no different. Like this ain’t a diss to you, you’re good it seems but you were like a fish and they pulled out of the lake with the bait they had. Imagine yourself now, a girl like you with some kind of potential to be something and then you do the thing that everyone else has been begging people not to do. Yeah, good for you, little miss nothing with an attitude of ‘I can really hurt ya’ but can’t do shit to save her life. Also, just a reminder, it’s kind of an embarrassing thing to see you being pulled out of a match so you could have been protected with an undefeated record like that. Like that’s a biiiitch move. Really, you can’t speak for shit on any of us when you had to be pulled before you could take an L. But hey, look, at least you’re not someone like Syndicate who’d just sit there for fuckin’ hours at a time and tell everyone how much bullshit it is to lose a match and then ask for a Legacy Championship because he feels as if he deserved it.”
A pause.
“For someone that bitched and complained about every single little inconvenience in their life, it’s amazing that you’re able to stand here as the Legacy Champion and hold that title up for everyone to see and think the whole world is perfect for you. Like, I have to ask you this one time — how does it feel knowing that you caught someone on their bad day and got lucky one time to win the big one? How do you feel knowing that you won the top title in this whole company when you practically bitched, complained, whined, and politicked your way up to that title when your ceiling is a whole lot lower than you make yourself sound like? I’d put someone like you, Syndicate, around the Ascension or even the Noble Championship division but the Legacy Championship? Oh man, you’re one match away from just having it taken away from you if you’ve got a good enough opponent. I really hope that you’re holding onto that title for dear life right now considering that you’re nowhere near the level that people expect you to be.
I mean, if you think that I’m bullshitting to you, then go ahead and take a look at what happened before Night of Honor, mate. Would you like to tell me that you were ‘robbed’ or you were ‘cheated’ out of the main event of the biggest show of them all that this company has had? Please do enlighten me about it again because all I remember out of that match was having your head being fucking kicked in and you getting lucky with having a submission locked in on me before I could gain the final advantage and win. Though you might not like to admit it to yourself, you can’t tell me that night made you rethink about yourself and rethink about everything that you had, and it’s because of me that you’re in the position that was handed to you. Shit, you couldn’t even get one up against me at The Purge either, sure wasn’t it someone sliding in and attacking me that gave you your own advantage? Made sure that you had enough time to climb up that ladder in the middle of the ring and grabbed onto the briefcase to pull it down? Made sure that I wasn’t anywhere near you so you can have the Universal Briefcase all to yourself?
Sure made you look more like a weak pussy bitch than a villain you try portraying yourself as. Remember, you’re the one who took it to Twitter after our match and called me out for speaking my own mind about the win and told ME that YOU would end me if Elena DeDraca couldn’t. And considering that I’m still fucking standing to this day? Both of you haven’t done shit to me. And neither could you, Syndicate. I was fuckin’ waiting for the moment that you’d finally take it out on me for everything that I did back then and made you wait for that opportunity. But you didn’t do shit, you did fucking nothing to me, all of it had to be done by some bozo in face paint that’s been after me for fucking no reason whatsoever, and that made me really put it altogether that you stand on a fucking god complex but can’t even fight your own battles against the best of the best that this fucking world has. Pathetic fuckin’ excuse for a man, that’s all you are. Extremely fucking pathetic and hell, we had Shawn Warstein around here — you make him look like he was somewhat decent.
For a man who used to claim himself to have been a wrestling god, you sure must have loved dying on that cross over and over again, didn’t you?”
Jason shook his head in disgust but kept a smile on his face, leaning back against the table.
“But lemme speak for a second…
True Society has had this clutch on the Fallout roster for quite some time now and because of it, everything has become a game to them and we’re just the pawns on a chessboard that they have control over and it doesn’t seem like the game is close to being done. But that’s crazy because whilst everyone is playing chess? I’m playing checkers and just letting everyone fall to their own demise. I mean, look at the team that is wanting to fight against the axis power. Big Drip Productions with a few others, that’s the force that everyone has been getting behind. It’s kind of pathetic in a sense but at the same time, it has nothing to do with me because I’m not getting caught up in that shit storm. Whilst everyone’s been thinking of strategies, I’ve been thinking of ways to fight the mental game of True Society – something that they’ve used heavily to their advantage in more ways than one – as they stand at the top of the mountain and mock those below them. It’s a shame really seeing a group of people look so insecure to the naked eye as they laugh, spit, and mock from above. Thinking to themselves to be the better men because in one night, they took over an entire brand.
The play-pretend ‘take over’ that you think you’ve achieved hasn’t even begun yet because all that shit is going to end within a couple of weeks, if not less. You might think you’re all high and mighty at the mantlepiece you all stand on right now but what if that’s taken away from you? One by one, piece by piece, they’re all going to fall eventually. Can you play the mental game of chess when you’ve only got a shortage of pawns at the play and your king is exposed like that? Can you play the game right when all of your heavy hitters are exposed to be the little pawns that they really are and not the bishops, priests, and what have you that you claim them to be? Because this whole game that you think you have won? Yeah, we’re going to flip it and ruin it all for you.
As much as I would have loved to do this alone — because trust me, I can take all three of you in a fight by myself, y’all ain’t shit like you think you are — I know I have my back well-protected against you three goons. To my left? The Kingdom Pro Champion, Sawyer. A man that’s beaten me in the past. A man who knows his stuff. A man I am very sure of having trust in. To my right? The Project: Honor Tag Team Champion, Julius Fairweather. A man I can trust as we’ve both experienced being on the same side and across from one another in the ring. A man I know can put up a damn good fight when he’s on. Then there’s me, front and center, the man that’s just waiting for the day that he’s got True Society in a choke hold and those days are coming sooner than you might think. You might have thought you evaded me at The Purge but you have only just awoken something new. Something I don’t even think you can handle. And lord forgive the day that I do decide to awaken it from it’s slumber.
Because it’ll be the day that True Society dies on the perch it rests on.”
A beat.
“With all due respect, none of you stand a fuckin’ chance against me or any of us. And we’ll be damned sure to make that point proven at Fallout that you all are not welcomed here…
…ON THE BRAND THAT I FUCKIN’ BUILT FROM THE GROUND UP.”
The smile was soon wiped away. His voice became loud all of a sudden. The veins in his neck were visible and looked like they were about to pop any second. Jason felt that penned-up anger took over him. He took a deep breath through his nose and took a second to calm himself down, trying his best to bring himself to that peaceful level he was on just moments ago. A glance back up to the camera before delivering the final line.
“True Society, we’re here and we’re waiting. Come out and fuckin’ play.”
Those eyes showed intensity as he continued to glare up to the camera, but he soon broke the stare and walked out of the shot as we hear the locks of the door becoming undone as it swung open before being slammed shut. The final shot we see from the feed is of the desk that Jason was standing in front of and a golden box that was only opened ajar before it’s lid soon opened up some more, and then the feed soon cut to black.
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